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When You’re In Your Scholarly Room…

I am soon to face one of my first enforced retirements, the ensuing decades will have many, but this is one of my favourite jobs. I am to become surplus to requirement, a savage axing due to the relentless march … Continue reading

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Hush, hush, my lens is cracking…and other selfish genes

I am tired enough to be having one of those imagined “Falling Down” days. In this episode, the occupants of seats B10 and B11 on the 12.57 from Paddington are looking at me with petrified eyes as I stand over … Continue reading

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Psychosomatic Sad Clown Syndrome?

one of my blog posts that is just notes really, typed spare thoughts (and possible repetitions from previous blog posts) – Yup, I do the hard sell. Are comedians misanthropes, miserablists or depressives anymore than other occupations? Since the suicide … Continue reading

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I love stand up comedy (even when I hate it) – the disease of comedy

I am diseased. There is no way out. I was diseased when I was young, probably from the first time I saw Rik Mayall on TV. There was no other option but stand up. After my youthful desire to be … Continue reading

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The Desperate Trek To Good Morning, Vietnam – The Allure of Robin Williams

Unfortunately, I have started drinking again, so this post about Robin Williams may well be precarious. It is 3am. Just a few months ago, I wrote about what Rik Mayall meant to me and why I became a stand up … Continue reading

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The Mickey Rooneys of Fury

Last night, I felt the warm glow of nostalgia abuse. Walking from Edinburgh College of Art, some excitable beer brain soaked young men in the casual shirts of hopeful mating giddily struck walls and skipped threateningly. “Four eyes!”, shouted one. … Continue reading

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All Will Be Back to Abormal after These Breakdowns

What is so wrong with silence? People sometimes complain of pubs that they say are, “like a morgue”, and immediately want to go there. I like morgue pubs. I like pubs whose walls repel “theme”, where a low rumble of … Continue reading

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